Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Belarus and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Gang Gang Dance to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Buzzcocks,
AZ,
Pussy Galore,
Leonard Cohen,
Qualms,
Rekid,
Ten City,
Cheater Slicks,
Swans,
Shoche,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Simply Red,
Monolake,
Dark Day,
Delta 5,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Unrelated Segments,
Deepchord,
Camouflage,
Stiv Bators,
The Durutti Column,
Lyres,
The Star Department,
Wasted Youth,
Second Layer,
The Kinks,
The Zeros,
Bobby Womack,
John Foxx,
Crime,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Infiniti,
James White and The Blacks,
Audionom,
The Motions,
Bobby Byrd,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nils Olav,
Flash Fearless,
The Fall,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Derrick May,
Slave,
Pantaleimon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sister Nancy,
Accadde A,
The Fuzztones,
Y Pants,
World's Most,
Thee Headcoats,
The Happenings,
Erykah Badu,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.